Iris
I woke up the next morning exhausted. I tried to roll over, but there was a weight nestled in between the crook of my neck. Opening my eyes slowly, I took in the black fur and heard the near-silent purring my groggy brain missed initially.
Oh.
My.
God.
The cat is laying on me. And he’s purring. Did I die? Am I in Heaven? Or maybe Hell? Hell seemed more likely. Suddenly, the cat shifted, and he was staring straight at me. It was almost as if he was staring into my soul. After about a minute of me holding my breath and the cat staring, he gently rubbed himself against my cheek, purring loudly. I let out the breath I had been holding in and closed my eyes again. This was the closest I had been to a cat in God knows how long. And this was certainly the sweetest interaction
